Tomorrow is going the last day of the experiment, at least for a while. A melancholy mindset.

(See: also here.)

I’m surprised how easy it was to write while the scientist was pulling at me, sometimes even easier than without shower cap on. The presence of the charming scientist forced me to concentrate, I didn't dare to browse the Internet or go out for coffee when I didn't know how to continue. The eye of the good guard can cause miracles; a tolerant guard is just expedient.